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" Somebody oughter look," a man hazarded.

Mr. Munn tried to say, " Fll do it."  But he could not.

One of the men approached the rim, somehow as with an
air of stealth, and peered down. He returned to the group.
Then he said, " He's in the water."

Somebody remarked: " It's deep there.  On this side."

Another man walked to the rim and looked over. When
he came back, he said nothing. The men got on their horses
and rode slowly across the open space. The sky was lighter
now, the clouds almost gone. The legs of the horses made a
swishing, silken sound in the dew-damp weeds and grass; the
saddles creaked a little; insects gave their small night noises,

My shot, Mr, Munn thought, my shot, did it hit him?

One of the men removed the cloth that had masked his
face, and stuck it into a side pocket with the easy gesture of a
man who crams his handkerchief into his pocket. Mr. Munn
looked at the man's face. The other men took off their masks.
Mr. Munn looked at them. Their shadowy faces were
remarkable to him, the same faces, but remarkable. They
were like faces a man finds on returning to the scenes of his
youth, the same faces, recognizable still, but only in their
astounding and reproachful difference.

Along the overgrown track the riders strung out in single
file, Mr. Munn in front. He seemed to feel the eyes of all of
them fixed upon his back, pressing, grinding, boring in as
with a physical pressure. He had the impulse to plunge his
heels into the mare's flanks and break into a gallop up the
long dark corridor between the trees, to leave them all behind,
staring; but he mastered it. Then he tried, as with the dis-
covery of caution and cunning, not to hear the subdued
sounds of their motion. He fixed his own gaze on the point,
far ahead, where the dark forms of the two rows of trees
converged against the sky, trying to draw the awareness of the
men out of himself and delude his senses into the absolute
emptiness, the loneliness, which he thought he must have,

My shot, he thought, did it hit him? But the thought ouiy